El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares

Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize that we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries -but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.

Her hand was on my arm. Then her head was on my shoulder, and I could feel her chin tracking slowly toward my face. This was kiss-me body language if there ever was such a thing. In a minute our faces would be level and I have to choose between locking lips or seriously offending her by pulling away [...]

How could I possibly stay here and leave behind everything I'd known? But after all I learned, how could I go home?

[...] and I tried to remember what my life had been like in that unfathomably distant era that was four weeks ago, or imagine what it might be like four weeks from now -but I couldn't.

You can get sick of anything if you have too much of it.

The reality of her words filtered through, and the tingly magic of what had just happened between us numbed out.

She took my hands and looked at me, and I looked back. It was almost more intense than kissing, the just looking.

And then we were kissing. The profoundness of our lips touching and our tongues pressing and my hand cupping her perfect white cheek barred any thoughts of right or wrong or any memory of why I had followed her there in the first place.

I listened for the voice in my head telling me not to kiss her, but it had gone silent.

Besides, there was the way she beamed at me, smiling with her whole self, and how a coy gesture like tucking her hair back could make me want to follow her, help her, do anything she asked. I was hopelessly outmatched.